Craving

I have not been eating well, recently.

I crave something.

Something.

But I do not know what it is.

I crave human touch, maybe.

But I shrink away when they reach out.

I read the calories on the back of the package

And I shrink away from that, too.

Let me shrink.

I will make myself so small.

So small, and then smaller.

How to disappear,

I ask Google,

And never be found again.